and as i watch dawn diffuse
blue light echoes with melancholy hues
I imagine you, in my saccharin bed linen
still we would lay,until it all bubbled through
The crisp morning, far more bitter
a cold reflection of reality
far sadder than any winter but warm instead.
all is made of this sad light
not even shadows to comfort me.
Looking out of lonely eyes
must emphasise this sorrow
and today becomes yesterday
and tomorrow - today
But still, no relief
for even my bed brings me misery!
Should i think of you fondly
Maybe, just maybe
I'll sleep.















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